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Updated: June 7, 2025
But how wildly you smile, how wild you looked when I came in! It went through my bones and marrow." Both were silent for a time, and listened to the furious raging of the storm. At last Setchem spoke. "There is something else," she said, "which disturbs my mind. I cannot forget the poet who spoke at the festival to-day, young Pentaur.
Paaker's brow clouded, and while he paused in front of his mother he said with all the peculiar harshness of his voice: "He shall pine away in the desert, and the hyaenas of the North shall tear his unburied corpse." At these words Setchem covered her face with her veil, and clasped her hands tightly over the amulets hanging round her neck. Then she said softly: "How terrible you can be!
"In a few days I must go again into the enemy's country, and do not wish to leave my wife, like Mena, to lead the life of a widow during my existence. Why urge it? my brother's wife and children are with you that might satisfy you." "The Gods know how I love them," answered Setchem; "but your brother Horns is the younger, and you the elder, to whom the inheritance belongs.
Setchem looked at her son with undisguised astonishment; her eyes which easily filled with tears, now overflowed, and she hesitatingly asked: "Can I believe my ears; child, have you? "I have a wish," said Paaker firmly, "that you should knit once more the old ties of affection with your relations; the estrangement has lasted long enough." "Much too long!" cried Setchem.
Setchem was terribly changed; her eyes, which only a few months since had kept an efficient watch over the wealthy Theban household, were now dim and weary, and although her figure had not grown thin it had lost its dignity and energy, and seemed inert and feeble.
As his brother Horus grew up, he had followed him as his obedient assistant, even after he had married a wife, who, with her child, remained in Thebes under the care of Setchem. He was now filling Paaker's place in Syria during his absence; badly enough, as the pioneer thought, and yet not without credit; for the fellow knew how to write smooth words with a graceful pen.
But the little one struggled with such loud cries, and could not be pacified, that Paaker set it down on the ground, and involuntarily exclaimed: "The naughty little thing!" "She has been sweet and good the whole afternoon," said his mother Setchem. "She sees you so seldom." "May be," replied Paaker; "still I know this the dogs love me, but no child will come to me." "You have such hard hands."
"A Setchem I shall never find!" said Paaker kissing his mother's forehead, "women of your sort are dying out." "Flatterer!" laughed Setchem, shaking her finger at her son. But it is true. Even my sister Katuti, and Nefert "Nefert is different from other women," interrupted Paaker, "and if you had brought her up she would know how to manage a house as well as how to ornament it."
Where are the arrows on which you had scrawled 'Death to Mena?" With these words Setchem breathlessly started forward, but the pioneer drew back as she confronted him, as in his youthful days when she threatened to punish him for some misdemeanor. She followed him up, caught him by the girdle, and in a hoarse voice repeated her question.
"You know my sister," replied Setchem. "She manages Mena's possessions, has many requirements, tries to vie with the greatest in splendor, sees the governor often in her house, her son is no doubt extravagant and so the most necessary things may often be wanting." Paaker shrugged his shoulders, once more embraced his mother and left her.
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